The next day, Gingerfall was no closer to making his decision, though he knew he'd have to make it fast. Stonefall usually expected cats to be punctual, and Gingerfall had said that he only needed two sunrises. But his mind was muddled as he thought of the effects of either choice.

If he decided not to join, he'd likely get the cold side of all the cats that did. That, of course, wouldn't be good considering that Stonefall could easily sway Darkstar into believing some awful stuff about him. Plus, he'd be bound to regular clan life. Even if he wanted to mate, he'd have to be more discrete than he wanted, and wait for a she-cat to deem him suitable. This was a shame, due to the fact that he had quite the libido.

But if he did choose to join, he'd be leaving behind his family. Bluewhisker was the best brother that any cat could ask for, and his niece and nephew were wonderful. He'd also be abandoning his friends as well, and he hated the idea of that. The good side was that he'd get to unleash all of his pent-up lust whenever he wished.

Yep, it was a tough decision for a tom.

"Gingerfall! You're needed on a hunting patrol!"

Choice-making would have to wait until later. Gingerfall still held his loyalty to ThunderClan, and his beloved Clan needed fresh-kill to keep going. As a warrior, it was his duty to fulfill that. So, he rose to his paws and joined the rest of the patrolling cats.

There were only four, not including him; Stormfoot, Moonshade, Sunpaw, and Orangedawn. They headed out without many words.

Gingerfall knew how to appreciate a lovely she-cat, and all three were just that. Moonshade had a bit of an unusual personality, which became a turn-off for him. He was, however, good friends with Orangedawn. She was only four moons younger than him, and he remembered when he was briefly an apprentice beside her. Though now deceased, Bumbletail had trained her well.

"Is there a specific kind of prey that you're hoping to catch?" Gingerfall asked, directed towards the reddish-brown female.

Orangedawn jumped a bit, and nodded after realizing it was him, "A bird; I don't care what kind."

A chuckle entered Gingerfall's throat. His friend always did have a thing for birds, no matter the type. Orangedawn had simply selected them as her favorite kind of meal, as discovered when she was a mere kit.

In response to the laugh, Orangedawn gently head-butted him. She then quickly moved a few steps ahead, glancing at him before suddenly running off. At the realization of what was going on, Gingerfall sped up to follow her.

"You two had better catch some prey!" Stormfoot called after them.


It took a while, considering the fact that Orangedawn was excellent at blending in, but he found her. Hiding among the large roots of an oak, the reddish she-cat had crouched as low as she could. It would have worked, had she not purred when Gingerfall came near. With a playful growl, he pounced on her.

The reaction was immediate, as Orangedawn jumped a full two tail-lengths into the air, and growled right back at him. She swiped at his muzzle, claws sheathed, and he in turn pinned her down. Purring and laughing, the two cats calmed down after their game, which they had begun playing as apprentices.

Once they were both settled down, Orangedawn spoke up, "Gingerfall, can I tell you something?"

"Hah? Oh, sure," the tom replied.

"A few days ago, Stonefall came to me. He started spouting all this stuff about a 'new clan' and how great it'd be," Orangedawn mewed, "He proposed that I could join, and I asked that he give me time to think. Today, I think I've made my decision."

What? The deputy had actually gone and asked Orangedawn the same thing he'd had to him? He must really be serious about this plan then; because although Orangedawn was a shy cat, she was quite smart and convincing. Therefore, Gingerfall figured that Stonefall wanted her to help in getting other members. How ingenious.

"What's your choice?" he asked, genuinely wanting to know the answer.

His long-time friend lowered her head for a moment, appearing almost ashamed with herself. She shifted her paws and replied, "I think I'll do it."

"Why?" Gingerfall questioned. He was awfully surprised by this. After all, he knew Orangedawn since she was a kit, and she wasn't anything like the cats that Stonefall had gathered so far. She wasn't lustful, sensual, or promiscuous; at least, not as far as he knew.

"I have my reasons, though they may not be the best," Orangedawn mewed, "Did…he ask you, too?"

Giving up any desire to hide the truth, Gingerfall meowed, "Yes. But I'm still deciding."

"You should do it!" the she-cat suggested loudly. She then became aware of her volume, as well as what had exited her jaws, "I'm sorry…that was uncalled for. I shouldn't push you."

"It's fine," Gingerfall assured, though lying to both her and himself. He continued with, "After all, you need to start speaking up more, or else everyone will confuse the wind with your voice."

Seeing as that was an expected response from a cat like him, Orangedawn offered a meek smile. They sat in silence for a few heartbeats, before she announced that "they'd better get to hunting". Gingerfall watched her pad away, wanting to cuff himself when he stared at her hindquarters as she weaved through the ferns. Only a second after she was out of sight, a familiar voice corrupted the quiet.

"Geez, I thought she'd never leave."

Turning, Gingerfall saw Moonshade make her way into view. He could see the flattened patch of grass where the she-cat had likely been watching them. She curled her tail and seemed to show off her luscious body, as she usually did during the heat-season. It was a wonder how she hadn't ended up in the nursery yet.

"It looks as if you need help making a decision, Gingerfall, would you like my assistance?" Moonshade asked, walking closer and swaying her hips with each step, "Doetail told me all about how fun you are. I'd like to experience that for myself, you know?"

On a scale of one ten – one being the least – Gingerfall liked Moonshade to a degree of four. He didn't trust her very much, due to her sneakiness and sarcasm. But she was an undeniably cunning and beautiful cat, almost as gorgeous as Sunpaw or Orangedawn. Almost was the key word, since her personality tarnished her beauty a bit. But cats like Frostclaw didn't seem to give a mouse's tail about that.

"So, what do you say?" the black she-cat asked, turning away from him and showing off her pink snatch purposefully. Her words dripped with the promise of sex, and her pussy attacked him with the scent of heat.

Moonshade purred when she was pounced on.

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A/N: Guys, I still need more OCs and names to get much farther with this story. I really appreciate everyone who is giving them. Here they are:

Sunnypelt (I REALLY appreciate this guy/gal)

Sunfire

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NightmareTheFoxWitch

Don't be afraid to give me suggestions or anything. Be as descriptive as you want with your cats! I'm more than welcome to families! But don't over-run me with she-cats! I need plenty of toms, too!

P.S: The allegiances is updated whenever I accept a new cat, so you can look for your OC there!